Pairing: Death Island Leon Kennedy x female reader
Summary: Leon is running a ranch, and you're the sweet girl living on a farm nearby. Every time you come over to love on the horses, he hates himself a little more.
Word count: 4,071
Notes: This is born out of pure lust and my love for the "I'm too old for you" trope.
Warnings: age gap (Leon-late 30s, reader-early 20s), he's a little mean in the beginning, male masturbation, fingering, smut, p in v, an animal death (I'm so sorry),
Leon wasn't here when you were growing up. He was new to the area. You assumed he was a veteran or something. Didn't speak of his past and there's a lingering darkness behind his pretty blue eyes. He'd taken over the stables because Mr. Hammond had gotten too old and was starting to forget crucial things. You still visited him when you could. His good humor and love for you remained.
Now, Leon was a different story. He's hated you since day one. Short, blunt replies and no smiles. Yet, the horses at his stable adored you, and you assume that's why he keeps letting you visit. You've always been curious about the man. He's devastatingly handsome even if you got a feeling he's nearly twice your age.
You've noticed how kind and patient he is with his employees. Farm hands, veterinarians, and anyone else he happened to have under his wing. He makes plenty of dad jokes. Though, there's no wedding band, and everyone you've talked to says he's a loner. Long story short, you're extremely interested in the man.
The sun is setting, and the horses are all in their stalls, but that stupid girl is still here. Leon tried to talk his friend, Chris, into politely kicking you out. In which he replied, "I'm off the clock. It's your problem now." He's sick of it being his problem.
That damn girl has been a problem since day one. Gorgeous, bright, and intriguing. But young. Too fucking young. He'd rather lie to himself and everyone around, acting like he hates your guts.
His heavy, work boots kick up dust as he stomps into the stable. His eyes find you, a moth to the flame. You're so breathtaking. Golden light falling on you and offering an angelic glow. An innocent smile on your face as you talk lowly to a black mare. Your feminine hands brush over the horse's nose before hugging its big head to your chest.
He forgets to say anything, completely mesmerized. That is until you say your goodbyes to Storm and turn to him. Your smile should evaporate at the sight of him, but it just widens. "Hey, Leon." You wave at him, and he scowls in answer.
"What are you still doing here? Get out." He points his thumb behind him and towards the exit.
"Why are you so mean?" You pout, the smile now fading. "I was just leaving."
"Good." Leon grins with satisfaction and crosses his beefy arms. He notices the way your eyes flick down and follow along the defined veins.
A huff leaves you and your arms cross in front of you to mimic him. Now, his eyes are drifting down, but for different reasons. They find your breasts, and his dick comes to life. They're so perfect and highlighted by your arms.
"Why do you hate me?" She snaps. The young thing says it like he should be frightened. But he's just turned on. Ain't that pathetic. It's just some attitude and narrowed eyes. Oh, but your scrunched up nose is so cute.
"Hate you?" His footsteps are harsh and kill the space between you. Your bodies brush, but you don't step back. Though he notices you lean away from his broad frame. "Why would I hate you? Have you done anything to deserve it? Have you mocked me? Tripped my employees? Drugged my horses?" He quirks his eyebrow up, having fun messing with you.
"Drugged your horses?!" You gasp, a shocked expression taking over your pretty features. "How could you say that? I love Storm, Daisy, Mr. Lucky and all the other horses. Hell, I knew most of them before you even came on the scene."
Now, you're fired up. Poking at his chest and shooting daggers at him. More insults and accusations fall from your lips. The noise becomes irrelevant, like it's coming from underwater. No, he's set on your lips. So lively, so unique, and such an enchanting color.
He wants to pull the bottom one between his teeth before sliding his tongue inside. He wants to suck on your top lip and hear you whine. If only he could kiss you until there's saliva strung between your mouths.
Leon wishes he didn't know you were single. He wishes you were married and carrying some other guy's little toddler. If you were dating some idiot he could let you go. But somehow. Someway, no one had claimed you, and he loathes it. Because his foolish, senior brain believes that means he has a chance.
"Are you even listening to me?" You pat his prickly cheek and wave your hand in front of his face. He frowns and grabs your hand.
"No, I'm not listening." He growls, "get out of my stable."
You yank your hand from him and give him a death glare. It's exactly what he wants. Yes, hate me enough to never come back. Then, I can forget you. Live out the rest of my life, not craving a woman that I can't have.
Leon's ashamed doesn't matter that he tried everything he could to avoid this. A cold shower and watching the most boring things on his tv. But you kept coming back to his mind. And no, he couldn't paint you in a bad light. Couldn't come up with a single thing that disgusted or angered him.
No, everything just made him hard. He should be asleep. There's an alarm on his nightstand blinking 2 a.m. in accusing red. But his hands are itching. "Come on, Leon. Don't do it." He whispers in the emptiness of his bedroom. Yet, his hands are sliding down, and his breathing deepens.
Boxer briefs are slid down to mid-thigh. His large hand wraps around his semi-hard member, and it doesn't take long to get it to full mast. He grunts as images of you spring up and along with it snippets of your voice.
The fire in your eyes and the bite to your words. The friendliness you bestowed upon his employees. The gentleness his horses received from you.
He groans louder, head falling back against the headboard. Precum glistens on his tip, and he quickly spreads it over the pulsing veins of his dick. His hands quicken, and you play like a film reel in his mind.
It's too much. His groans building. The slick noises and frenzied jerks of his hands. All he can think of is you. Every small detail of your body and how magnificent it is.
Leon comes with your name on his lips. He chants it, falling apart while imagining you there with him. Your cries of bliss and your tired, shimmering smile underneath him.
It's not the first time he's touched himself to thoughts of you, and to his disappointment, it won't be the last.
You stayed away for a few weeks. He was . . .okay. Leon thought he'd forget you given enough time. Yet between brushing down horses and fixing fences, he'd catch himself looking for you. He was not with it, and Chris was starting to get worried. The muscular brunette was practically begging him to take a vacation.
Leon doesn't do vacations. This is his ranch. His peace. His work. His home. A young woman with delectable curves and a pure heart was not gonna be his undoing.
You didn't wanna come back. Leon's a miserable, old fart and you were upset with him. But a phone call from Chris changed everything. He told you Storm, that magnificent mare, had become sick. The vet on hand didn't know if she'd make it as old as she is. So, you jumped in your car and rushed over.
Your wheels crunch over gravel, and your car door slams before you're racing to the stables. No longer can you hold back your tears when Storm comes into view. She's lying on her side and hooked up to some drip. She makes a horrible wheezing noise, and sweat covers her tar black coat.
"Hey, pretty girl." You muttered softly, attempting a smile. Tears drip down your cheeks. You don't know how long you sit there in the hay, speaking to her and petting her. Footsteps and voices force you to wipe your tears and clear your throat.
That deep, smooth voice belongs to Leon, and the other you assume is the vet. One stays and one goes. You keep your eyes glued to Storm and her alone.
Leon sighs, exhausted and forlorn. "Chris tell you?" You nod in response, and the latch to the stall clicks open. Then, you feel him standing over you. His scent washes over you, masculine and laced with leather. He drops to Storm's other side, across from you.
She gives a weak yet welcoming sound. His large, calloused hands carefully ease her head onto his lap. "It's alright, girl. You're alright." You whimper, tears flooding over once again. Something in his smooth, deep voice tells you she won't make it. Even worse, it sounds like he's said goodbye before, like death is an old friend.
You curl in on yourself, holding your head in your hands. Logically, this is stupid. Crying in front of a man who hates you, crying in general, and not being stronger. Storm was getting old, and you knew that. You just didn't want to face it.
But it hurt so bad. All those memories overcoming you. You remember Storm being around when you were just a little girl, watching her from afar and bringing her snacks as you got older. Mr. Hammond always encouraged your love for the horses.
A warm weight settles on your shoulder. "Hey, you wanna talk to her? I'll step outside." You lift your head to find Leon. A kindness in his eyes and a smile forming on his handsome face.
A shaky breath leaves your lips, and you nod. His hand pats your shoulder, and a sense of calm comes over you.
He leaves you to say your goodbye.
Then, you and Leon stay with her until her final breath. The whole night is spent together, learning about one another and reminiscing about moments with the black mare. He forgets that he hates you. You forget why you were angry with him. There's a shared respect for one another, bonding during one of the darkest moments of your life.
Months pass, and healing has its way. You come over more, and Leon doesn't treat you with cold cruelty. He's welcoming, warm, and soft with you. You fall hopelessly in love. No longer experiencing just curiosity or attraction. It's so much more.
"God, it's so peaceful out here." You exclaim, stretching out in the rocking chair. Leon's next to you in his own chair, rocking at a leisurely pace. He holds a beer bottle in one hand, looking way too hypnotizing.
His warm chuckle reaches your ears, "Yeah?"
"Yep. It's almost better than my farm." You reply, a little playful and winking at the older man.
"Pfftt. That itty bitty teenie tinnie thing you call a farm?" Leon snorts, returning the friendly teasing.
"Uh!" You lean forward and face him. "It's a beautiful farm, and at least I don't need fifty million people to help me run it."
"I don't have fifty million people employed." He tilts his head to you and points his beer bottle to you before taking a swig. His dirty blond hair falls over his bright blue eyes.
"Forty-nine million nine hundred ninety-nine?" You ask with a grin and a special twinkle in your eyes.
Leon bursts out laughing and nods. "Yes, definitely. That many." His laughter sets a fire in you, hot and filling. It flickers inside you, and you melt. You give him a tender smile, eyes glued on him.
He feels the air shift, and he turns to you. You're smiling at him, and there's something in your gaze he doesn't wanna name. You look so gorgeous that his chest is in pain. Pain worse than a bullet wound. His hand clenches and unclenches, longing to touch you. What'd he give to caress your cheek and brush his lips over yours.
"Leon," you whisper, eyes drifting down to his lips. His own gaze drops to your lovely mouth and a thirst he's never known bubbles up inside. Leon has an out of body experience. There's no control as his hand reaches for your arm.
He sees his hand drawing you in. You leaving the safety of your rocking chair to stand in between his legs. Your hands cup his scruffy cheeks, and his hands find the small of your back.
Then, your lips meet his own.
It's so light that he could mistake it for a figment of his imagination. But then you sink into him, lips pressing harder, and a needy noise scrapes along your throat. He's shocked by the needy noise that he gives in response.
He should have more control. You're not his first kiss. Definitely, not his first girl. And for fuck's sake he's too old to be this desperate. But it makes no difference. His hand curls around your hip while the other caresses your back, mapping out the curves of you.
The moon shines behind you, painting this moment in glimmering silver. Fireflies dance in the open fields, and a simple porch light flickers above. Your lips meet over and over. And Leon. He's lost in you in all ways imaginable.
You pull away, and his lips chase yours. A low whine in the back of his throat can be heard. "Should we stop? Do you want to stop?" Leon hears your concern and the defeat in your voice as if you're already expecting a 'yes.'
"Hell no." He replies in a gruff tone, nearly growling in anger. Leon doesn't want to be separated from you. Maybe he'll regret it in the morning. Maybe he'll even despise himself for kissing a woman your age. But he might just be in love with you. And yes, he's most definitely turned on by you.
It's the most stunning thing he's ever witnessed. The way desire sparks in your eyes before turning into a low simmering heat. Your whole body language changes and your confidence skyrockets. Your hands slip beneath his shirt, and your lips find his adam's apple. Kissing and licking on it like a sweet candy apple.
He stands up from the rocking chair and scoops you into his muscular arms. Your legs lock around him, and his head tilts back, letting you have your way. The wooden planks of his front porch squeak as he carries you inside. The door shuts behind him with an audible creak of hinges.
He lays you down, your hypnotic body laid out on cool sheets. The same sheets he's been sleeping in. "Oh, darling. You're so beautiful." He kisses your brow before stepping back. His heavy-duty working boots hit the floor. Then, his flannel, along with the tight shirt underneath.
"You wanna do the rest, honey? Or should I undress you first?" Leon smiles, a hint of teasing in his words. You're looking at him as if he's every dream you've ever had come true. Openly admiring with wide eyes and shaky breaths.
"May I?" You gesture towards his lower half, face hot and now licking your lips.
He steps forward and answers in a low, sultry tone. "You can do whatever you want to me." His reply leaves you wet and aching. A feeling so intense that you've never encountered. Your fingers tug at his belt loops. The bulge in his jeans is nearly at eye level with you, causing your thighs to press together.
You unzip his wranglers, and it's all too loud in this tense moment. The room is burning hot as the denim is pulled down. Then, your hands curl in his waistband, and you catch his jaw ticking. The simple muscle twitching beneath his stubble makes you hotter than the sun.
You feel like a blazing inferno here in this old rancher's home. When he's left naked and you're fully clothed, things couldn't be more clear. He might be older and stronger, but you're in control here. Nothing will be forced on you, and you'd rather die before forcing anything on this man.
"Come here." You whisper, eyes burning into his. You grab at his massive, scarred shoulders and sink into the mattress, dragging him with you. His naked, tan body is hovering over you. His lips drag along your neck and collarbones. You sigh in bliss, and low content noises slip from his chapped lips.
Over time his body sinks into you, hard cock nudging at your hips through your clothing. Your hands cease their exploration of his toned body and squeeze his shoulders. "I need you to undress me, Leon. Please." You're breathing, hard and heavy. Cunt aching for friction and desperate for no more boundaries.
"Yeah, baby. I'll undress ya." His hands, worn from hard labor, are gentle with you. They slip off your shirt, strip down your jeans, and peel off your undergarments. It's slow and intimate. Your heart races the whole time, and your body closes in on itself in an attempt to cover up.
He calls your name, yearning and mesmerized in equal measure. His hands palm your breasts and follow the curve of your torso. A restrained groan leaves him as he follows the lines of your body. Over your hips and down your legs. "You're so damn gorgeous. I can't breathe."
His sky blue eyes have darkened into a raging sea. He really has wanted you this whole time. Yet he was such a jerk, doing anything and everything to push you away. To make you hate him and you never understood until now.
He was terrified of this. Wanting you. Needing you. In such a desperate manner. With such all consuming desire.
"Leon, I need you too." It's all you can think to say. Your voice hoarse and quiet in the dark. Tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.
His heavy body falls into you, and his lips collide with yours. You become a writhing mess on his mattress. Kissing and touching what you both thought you couldn't have. Two of his fingers slip inside you, and you cry out from the unexpected sensation. His thick fingers brush over your walls as his thumb plays with your throbbing rosebud.
"Oh, god. You sound so damn good. Better than I imagined. So fucking sweet." He's breathless, hips rutting into the bed as he fingers you. You're just as bad. Rocking into his hand and moaning unabashedly. "That's it, baby. I need you to cum so I can slide into you. Nice and painless."
The thought of his dick finally inside you finishes you off. Your nails leave marks in his tan skin. Your back arches, and your head is thrown to the side. The older man watches the whole thing without any shame.
"Beautiful. So fucking beautiful." He kisses you, thumb brushing over your clit lightly as you come down.
The tender kisses abruptly end with you gasping. He has his tip nudging at your wet folds. "Is this okay? You ready?" Leon whispers, laying kisses on your face from forehead to chin.
Your heart pounds fiercely, but you clasp onto him and spread your legs wide. "Yes. Please, Leon. Own me."
The weary rancher groans loudly as he pushes forward. Little by little, his throbbing dick slides inside your slick walls. A whimper slips free as he finally settles to the hilt. He sighs, hiding his face in your neck. His hot breath washes over you and sends a tremor throughout your body.
His thrusts start off slow, holding you close and mouthing at your shoulder blindly. You rub his broad back and follow the edges of his shoulder blades.
"Do you have any idea how many times I've jerked off to you?" The older man slurs, hips thrusting into you again and again. His muscular body is covered in sweat and curved over you. That combined with his breathy noises in your ear drives you to whimper.
"N-no. Tell me. Please. How much?" You stutter. Nails bitting into his skin and walls pulsing around his dick. It's like you can see the pearly gates now.
"All the time. Every night. Can never forget your smile. When the sun gives you a halo. When you laugh or talk to the horses. Every glimpse of skin and curve hinted at . . ." He groans, speeding up, and you cry out. "It drives me crazy. You drive me crazy."
You call his name, legs quivering like a foal. You throw your head back and his calloused fingers reach for your clit. The sweetest release rushes over you. Fireworks exploding behind your eyes.
He pulls out at the last second, jerking his cum onto your stomach instead of inside. It's a shame, but next time he'll wear a condom so he can at least stay connected with you. Great, now he's thinking about doing this another time. He was a fool to believe he could let go of you.
His eyes trail all over you as he catches his breath. Your eyes are shut, lashes kissing your cheeks. Your breasts rise and fall with your uneven breaths. His mess is splattered on your stomach. He runs a hand through his dirty blond hair and tries in vain to be normal about this.
You're too young. Way too young. But that doesn't sound like a good enough reason to push you away anymore. No, you're a bright and stunning woman who loves this ranch, the horses, and possibly him. The thought of you not feeling the same way he does crushes his heart, making it bleed.
"I'll . . .I'll clean you up." His voice falls flat, and the bedroom no longer feels warm in a pleasant way. More like stuffy, and no one wants it on their skin. He walks to the bathroom, not even noticing he's still naked.
When he returns with a warm wash cloth, he finds you in his flannel shirt and a shy expression on your face. He groans and runs a hand down his face.
"What?" You laugh lightly, looking even more uncertain.
"Nothing." He shakes his head, knees sinking into the mattress as he starts cleaning you up. The wet cloth roaming your stomach and inner thighs.
"You sure?" You brush his hair back as he lays a kiss on the curve of your tummy.
"Hmmm, nothing." He hums and sits back up. "You need anything else?" His large hands rub up and down your thighs in a soothing manner.
Your head shakes back and forth. "Just need you to hold me." Your voice is so small and timid. His chest tightens, and he envelops you in his big arms. The mattress shifts beneath you both as he holds you to his chest.
Silence falls like a warm blanket, and his calloused hands idly rub your back. A clock ticks on the wall, and the old ranch house creaks in a familiar pattern. There's no doubt in his mind that he's fucked. He wants this. Wants you forever. Every night from here on out he wants to share it with you.
To fall asleep next to you. To bring you pleasure. To hold you close and feel your breath on his skin.
"Hey, Leon?" Your voice breaks through his spiraling thoughts. He hums in acknowledgment. "You're not gonna push me away anymore, right?"
He takes a deep, fortifying breath and gently pulls you away from his chest. He caresses your cheek and whispers your name. "No more pushing you away. I know I'm older. A bit broken and I don't have much to offer. I know your tiny farm is better than my ranch." He smiles at your responding giggle.
"But I do want this if you want me." Heat tingles at the back of his neck and spreads to his face. God, he feels so stupid. His eyes widen in surprise when you kiss him. Just a single press of lips that lingers.
"I want you, Leon. No more pushing me away, or I'll make you wish you were dead." You give him a playful grin and nip at his jaw. He just laughs and rolls you two over. Laughter spills into his bedroom, spelling out a new future with you two intertwined.
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Holy crap! I broke a personal record! This is now my longest fic ever!
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